Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Holding two boards in one hand, Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"It's alright, it seems that children usually pay a lot of attention to the maintenance of these things, and the sound sounds good."

　　After another compliment, Wu Shaobai did not delay and said directly:

　　"The Taiping lyrics "Blocking and Forgiveness" are for you."

　　"Da da da da da..."

　　"At the end of the Yuan Dynasty~Jiangshan~On the rise and fall~"

　　"The Heroes~Juyi~Dancing the Sword and Gun~"

　　"Zhang Shicheng~Chen Youliang~This soldier is strong~"

　　"Anhui~ also (HUAN) has that Zhu Yuanzhang~"...

　　Following Mr. Wu's singing, I don't know how many people half-squinted their eyes, sat under the stage of the North Exhibition, shook their heads, and hummed softly to the rhythm.

　　It doesn't matter if you can't remember the words.

　　This little taste is too much.

　　Just like that, pinched the head and closed the tail~

　　When Wu Shaobai's board began to change its tone, the audience under the stage also became expectant.

　　Some people are even more impatient.

　　As for Hou Zhen, he didn't know when he picked up the fan.

　　Hearing the change in tone of the board's "kick da da da da da..." Hou Zhen tacitly knocked the fan directly on the table.

　　"Da~"

　　Wu Shaobai smiled slightly and sang:

　　"Should I regret..."

　　These three words just came up, and suddenly, the audience also sang along.

　　He smiled even happier:

　　"Yuanmen come to laugh~"

　　Then, along with Yuziban and Hou Zhen's fan, the audience spontaneously kept up with the beat:

　　"I regret not burning the incense with the thief (ZE)~"

　　"Guan Gong's crime~ Liu Bei, ah Bao~"

　　"A heroic crime~How can I get around~"

　　"The small school is back to camp~ hurry up and report~"

　　"Just say lord~ let go of the old friend~"

　　"Seven Star Sword!"

　　"Cut your head off!"

　　"A cavity of blood ~ dyeing ~ robbing ~"

　　"Heroes ~ let down ~"

　　"Thank you for your hard work~Once you throw it away~"

　　"In front of Jiangdong Bridge~Eun Chongyi~~ Ya~~~ Hao~!!"

　　"Dong dong da ~ choking~"

　　Hou Zhen took a sentence and went through the door.

　　Wu Shaobai took a deep breath, and suddenly, his entire body smashed down the center of gravity with the force of his heels:

　　"Leave a good name ummm~~Zai~Wan~Gu~Giao!!!!!!"

　　"it is good!!!!!!!"

　　The loudest applause in the audience rang out.

　　Wu Shaobai put the jade board on the table, smiled and wiped the sweat with his handkerchief.

　　Take a look at the stage again...

　　Mouth twitching...

　　Still empty.

　　I drop a mother.

　　Is this really going to exhaust people to death on stage?

　　He sighed inwardly.

　　However, the show must go on.

　　The audience is enjoying it.

　　The passage of time is nothing to them.

　　Mr. Wu was performing and playing with us. The atmosphere was so good that it was simply too much fun.

　　……

　　"This is the fourth door's "Taiping Lyrics"."

　　Putting the sweaty handkerchief on the table, Wu Shaobai continued.

　　And Hou Zhen helped him move the handkerchief to the middle of the table.

　　This is almost an unwritten rule of Deyun Society.In the past, when cross talk artists performed, there was at most a pair of handkerchiefs on the table, but Deyun Society is now in commercial performances or small theaters, with a large audience and actors working hard. It’s okay in winter, but the sweat in summer is real Call more than one.

　　So, I don't know when, three or four sets of handkerchiefs will be placed on the scene table, and the used handkerchiefs will be put aside, which means that the previous actors have wiped off the sweat.

　　Use the new one here.

　　Then each show ends in a uniform replacement.

　　Otherwise... according to the old rules, the handkerchiefs of cross talk actors can only be used for performances on stage.

　　Want to wipe a sweat?

　　Get yourself a piece.

　　Looking at his partner's half-wet handkerchief, he raised his head and glanced at the sweaty sideburns. Hou Zhen answered the question and glanced in the direction of the gate.

　　Still empty.

　　When does it have to be...

　　He sighed inwardly.

　　It's a mistake to drink! !

　　……

　　"I think you guys are really having fun... right?"

　　"right!!!"

　　"Well, let's choose two audience members to tell you a paragraph, shall we?"

　　"Hahaha~ Good!!!"

　　Listening to the audience's answer, Wu Shaobai waved his hand:

　　"What's good... Maybe the audience will come up on the front foot, and someone will refund the ticket on the back foot."

　　"Refund!!"

　　Immediately there was an audience.

　　"Brother, are you crazy?"

　　Wu Shaobai rolled his eyes.

　　"I've been sweating on my neck for half an hour, and I'm still refunding the ticket? You wait, I'll catch you backstage and give birth to us babies!"

　　"Huh~ I'm not taboo on meat and vegetarian food?"

　　Hou Zhen took it and the audience laughed:

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　And after seeing it almost, in order to prevent the audience from going astray, Wu Shaobai continued:

　　"Then, the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth doors are actually relatively general."

　　"Oh? What are these doors?"

　　After Hou Zhen asked, he saw Wu Shaobai raised his finger:

　　"The fifth door, stand-up comedy. This is my professional, the prince of the pit~"

　　"Ah~~~"

　　The audience was immediately disgusted, Hou Zhen nodded:

　　"Oh, right. If you don't say it, I forgot that you still have this nickname. What about the sixth door?"

　　"It will be funny."

　　"Oh, the division of the stage?"

　　"Yes. In the same way, the seventh door is to hold the scorpion. I can do this, and I am more professional than you. After all, I have a Yue Yunpeng."

　　"Appreciate~~~~"

　　The audience continued to boo, but Hou Zhen nodded for some reason.

　　But in the next second, see the picture:

　　"You said it was a coincidence, I brought out a Wu Shaobai."

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　This time, the audience and Wu Shaobai laughed together.